22

These are dark days
Our minds are filled with small thoughts
like dogs on short leads
we don’t stray far
from the concrete
Our lives shrink to fit
into the prescribed boxes
society has set for us
We have forgotten the time
when we used to soar
Our mouths are filled with small words
and all our bad victories
catch in our throats

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